chapter 25(2)

Mateo I know her pain, lived it twice, and honestly, it never gets easier when you realize everything they will miss, certain days that represent them, birthdays, Mother's Day, holidays. The things they were always there for suddenly feel empty and pointless without them. We wait for her to leave her dad's room for hours, but after a while, Ezra feels her fall asleep. “We should probably organize funeral arrangements tomorrow,” Ezra suggests, and I look at him. “She might want to help,” I point out, and he nods in consideration. Neither of us had mothers, we both lost ours while young, and my biological mother was a distant memory. From what I did remember of her, I knew she never wanted me, not me in particular, just children in general, that much was clear. On the other hand, I was to continue the bloodline, so my father wanted me, he was a good man and never wasted an opportunity to be with Ezra and me considering we were joined at the hip. Andrea, my adoptive mother, was my real mo